Make a wish and swiftly act
No wishful thinking; it is a tact
To hide the hideous fact
Of your sloth and ugly craft
Make a wish for our foundlings
Orphaned by fate or design
Of their parents who feign
To ignore their crime against underlings
Make a wish for the selfless mother
Who sacrificed her only son in war
To win laurels, acclaim and a star
To live desolate and gazing afar
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I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful imagery. So nicely envisioned and depicted. The favourite lines are ..... Make a wish for the selfless mother Who sacrificed her only son in war To win laurels, acclaim and a star To live desolate and gazing afar. Many thanks dear Sreenivasan, may God improve your poetic imagination.